I love to watch the squirrels out the side window, especially when they’re going after this particular bird feeder.
Flexible.
Excellent balance.
Do you see the squirrel tongue action going on here? Let’s see a closeup.
SQUIRREL TONGUE.
“Oh, sweet bird seed, you make my heart sing. You warm the cockles of my heart and delight my tongue, I LOVE YOU SO.”
Sweet Opie in the sunshine.
“Can I come in and play?”
“I’m sorry, there’s no room for you in Cat Cottage. Check back tomorrow.”
“But you’re the only one in there, and there are like three other floors!”
“Right. No room. See ya!”
Tig would like you to know that manly mancats don’t mind playing with pink toys.
Three little tuxies, all in a row.
Jax and the crazy eyes.
Silly boy.
“What?”
Chuckles loves himself some Elwood.
LOVES.
Who can blame him?
It must feel like curling up with a huge water bottle!
Newtles is the king of chillaxin’.
It’s a rough life, is what it is.
“After all that yawning, I need another nap.”
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Previously
2010: I love the alarmed look on Bobby’s face, like “I feel a paw on my shoulder, but NO ONE ELSE IS SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW!”
2009: I’m starting to think that maybe the floof is in the Kudzu family and we’ll wake up one morning to find it wrapped around the entire house.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: I said, “But (the volunteer) has fourteen cats. FOURTEEN.”
2005: No entry.